A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

In Zongzheng Temple.

The sunshine was shining brightly, but Jia Jun was crying indoors.

"...Look at the good things you have done. I asked you to deliver some rice, but you procrastinated. That family almost starved to death at home. If so, you will never redeem yourself!"

Zhao Zong'e scolded and released the poisonous gas freely, feeling very comfortable.

Naturally, he can't fart in front of his family at home, so he can only produce and sell things by himself in his study.

Outside, everyone knew his power, so they dispersed when they saw him coming, at least keeping a safe distance.

In this way, he turned out to be like a communicator of the plague. It was quiet wherever he went, and it was more effective than a street-cleaning tiger.

Only this Jia Jun actually came up to him.

Zhao Zonge had not encountered such a stick in several years, and he scolded him for half an hour.

Jia Juncai was about to be transferred to Bianliang. He didn't know how famous Zhao Zonge was, so he wanted to establish a relationship at first and greeted him with a smile. Then the stench kept coming.

At first he maintained his courtesy, thinking it was a coincidence.

But when he discovered the stench later, he knew something was wrong.

He held his breath and wanted to survive this period, but Zhao Zonge refused to leave and kept looking for trouble.

As a result, as soon as he let go and took a breath, he immediately started crying.

Seeing that he was crying, Zhao Zonge said happily: "It seems that you have realized your mistake, so just go and send rice."

He left with satisfaction, and Jia Jun rushed out, breathing hard.

The sun is so bright, but work must go on.

He went to find the big car first, but the driver was a little uncooperative. In the end, he said that he would pay ten cents, and then he reluctantly agreed.

Along the way to the warehouse to carry grain, the coachman didn't help and the clerk ignored him, so Jia Jun had no choice but to do it himself.

He was sweating profusely as he loaded the grain into the car and followed it all the way to a certain clan member's house.

"Send it in."

This family's life seems not to be very good. The house is not in shabby condition, but it is still better than ordinary people.

The family of five looked a little... let's call it a loss, as if they couldn't find a way out.

Since the clan reform, this group has been changing. Some people are struggling, hoping to support their wives and children without the welfare system; some are just waiting to die, passively waiting.

This family seems to be the passive waiting type. The family has nothing to do and even refuses to help carry food.

"Ouch!"

After all, Jia Jun is an official, and physical work is not his strong point, so he was pushed to the waist in the end.

He held his waist and slowly returned to Zongzheng Temple. The people inside were indifferent to this.

Is this the chief secretary of Zongzheng Temple?

This is clearly a coolie!

After leaving the government office, he dragged his tired steps home.

"The official is back?"

Mrs. Qian happily welcomed him in, "How hard is it today, officer?"

"It's okay." Jia Jun gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his waist.

"Sir, are you okay, Shangguan?" In the eyes of the harem woman, Shangguan is a slut.

"It's okay." Jia Jun forgot Shangguan's cold face.

Zongzheng Temple is a cold palace, and the people inside have no sympathy at all.

Qian said happily: "Then I have to thank my uncle!"

Jia Jun was originally a local magistrate, and he was quite free, but as time went by, he inevitably wanted to make progress. It just so happened that his uncle said he could work for this, so he gave him hundreds of dollars in activity funds, thinking that his uncle could help him get a good job.

Later, my uncle wrote a letter saying that the matter was settled and he was just waiting for him to come to Beijing.

Well, going to Beijing was a great thing. He returned to Bianliang proudly, and his uncle vowed that it would be available soon.

Then go to Zongzheng Temple.

His uncle said that Zongzheng Temple was a good place, and mentioned the story of someone being promoted after being appreciated by the clan elders, which encouraged him.

But after today, he knew that he had been cheated.

"Don't be in a hurry to eat. I'll go find my uncle first to thank you."

Jia Jun hurriedly went to find his uncle, but the door of his uncle's house was locked.

"He went to work as an official outside. This person had no ability at first, so he just worked as a petty official, but somehow he was suddenly appreciated by others."

Jia Jun felt cold all over.

His uncle used to be an official in Bianliang, but he was just a minor official, just hanging around.

According to his calculations, his uncle would be like this for the rest of his life.

But he suddenly let go, which must have found his thigh.

Who is willing to do his thighs?

Jia Jun returned home and pretended as if nothing had happened.

No matter how many grievances and blows a man suffers outside, he will endure them when he returns home.

Because they feel that they are the head of the family and the backbone of the family. If the beam collapses, the wife and children will definitely be in panic.

The next day he went to Zongzheng Temple as usual.

"That fool... Zongzheng Temple's Chief Registrar originally didn't teach people, he was just a salary recorder."

The official positions in the Song Dynasty were very complicated. The so-called Lu Guan paid you a salary... which was a fixed professional title. Yes, you can think of Lu Guan as a professional title.

"It used to be a real job, but this is Zongzheng Temple, and it is full of clan elders or princes of various counties. Anyone who is the chief secretary is a victim. After running several chief secretaries in a row, no one dares to come. ."

"How good is it for Jia Jun to be an official in the local area? He has to come to Zongzheng Temple. Last time, someone said that if someone came to be the master of the book, he would give that person benefits, but I don't know who took it when Jia Jun came. benefit."

This is outside a duty room, with two clerks talking inside.

Jia Jun only felt as if his heart was being burned by flames, and a feeling of depression was building up more and more.

This was obviously sold by my uncle!

The uncle took a few hundred pounds from him and sold him to Zhao Zongshi, just like selling a pig, and then he went to the local government proudly.

So is a pig!

In the following days, many matters related to Zongzheng Temple were sent to Jia Jun. Most of the minor officials and handymen took care of it, but the rest of the matters were all his.

Within three days, Jia Jun got angry and had a few blisters on the corners of his mouth.

"Guanren, are you okay?" Qian felt that something was wrong with him.

"My husband is new to Zongzheng Temple, so naturally I have to be more diligent. It's good to show off!"

Jia Jun comforted his wife with a smile and went to the Yamen as usual the next day.

His Shangguan was called Zhao Zhonglin, who was considered a member of the clan, but a little biased. He walked into the duty room and frowned: "Stinky!"

Jia Jun sniffed and didn't feel any smell.

Zhao Zhonglin said with a straight face: "Do you know the classification of clans in this dynasty?"

Jia Jun nodded, "This official knows that there are three lines: Taizu, Taizong, and King Qin."

Taizu is Zhao Kuangyin, Taizong is the ancestor of this dynasty, Zhao Kuangyi, and King Qin is Zhao Kuangyin's fourth son. He died early at the age of twenty-three. The cause of death is...unknown. Later generations also made him into some kind of Eight Wise King, holding the ancestral golden mace, beating the emperor unconscious at the top and beating the sycophants at the bottom... Just like the legend of Bao Qingtian, a dog-headed guillotine and a dragon-headed guillotine.

But Zhao Defang left at the age of twenty-three!

After Zhao Kuangyi ascended the throne, Zhao Kuangyin's son was either forced to death or died of illness. What kind of golden mace did Zhao Defang dare to play? It was too late to hide at home to avoid trouble. In the end, I went there at a young age.

Perhaps because he died in bed, which was a relatively peaceful way of death, Zhao Defang's lineage was treated favorably and was regarded as one of the three lines of the current clan.

Zhao Zhonglin coughed dryly and said, "The clan thrives, and birth, old age, sickness and death are common. Last year's results haven't been checked yet. You took over this matter and it's a good thing."

"This matter... is it just a subordinate?"

This is a matter of domicile case!

How did you get it to the main register?

Zhao Zhonglin frowned and said, "Zongzheng Temple is short of manpower."

This isn't right.

Jia Jun said in confusion: "Yesterday, I saw my colleagues in the registration case sunbathing outside!"

That group of people are basking in the sun with nothing to do, but you leave their affairs to a certain person. Isn't this inappropriate?

No, this is pure bullying!

"Just do what you are told, what? Do you want to be lazy?" Zhao Zhonglin pretended to be a Shangguan and said coldly: "Follow the Shangguan's instructions. I'll give you five days. If you can't verify it, just wait and deal with it."

Jia Jun finally understood everything.

He thought of Zhao Zhonglin scolding the official who was involved in the registration case yesterday. The official's playful smile clearly meant that he had not done the paperwork well, and he was trying to get away with it because he was Zhao Zhonglin's person.

But Zhao Zhonglin threw this matter over his shoulder, wanting him to take the blame!

If he was new to officialdom, he would naturally not be able to detect such traps. But after all, he had been a local official for many years, and the magistrate who was in charge of the government had also done it. How could such methods be concealed from him?

"Jiajun..." Jia Jun knew that he was afraid that he would take the blame, but he was unwilling to do so!

"The lower official can't do it."

This was his only option.

If he is weak and accepts it, he will be punished if he fails to finish it within five days, and there will be no future for him.

Only by refusing and pushing away this matter that is not your responsibility can you have a chance of survival.

And this opportunity depends on Zhao Zhonglin's thoughts. If he is cruel, he can find an excuse to deal with Jia Jun later.

"Haha!" Zhao Zhonglin chuckled, "That's all, I'm just confused, I shouldn't let you do it."

Ruined!

If Zhao Zhonglin keeps yelling and scolding, then at most he will wear some shoes later.

But he had a pleasant look on his face, and he was clearly preparing to be ruthless.

Jia Jun was anxious and said: "The official is just..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhao Zhonglin walked away with a smile.

The next day, when Jia Jun came, he was called by Zhao Zhonglin.

"I heard that you were doing nothing in the check-in room, napping, and even drinking!"

"This is absolutely not the case!" Jia Jun said in disbelief: "After Xiaguan arrived at Zongzheng Temple, he either sorted out documents or delivered rice and food every day. He was never idle for a moment."

"Someone said yes!" Zhao Zhonglin suddenly laughed, "Yes!"

The pot has arrived!

"malfeasance!"

"outrageous!"

"Go home and wait for relocation from above!"

Officials who have made mistakes can only be resettled, not promoted, otherwise officials will be encouraged to make mistakes.

Jia Jun returned home in a daze, fell on the bed and couldn't get up.

That night he started to have a fever and talked nonsense.

"I'm not lazy!"

"You are harming someone!"

"..."

Qian was panicked and asked a doctor to see the doctor while thinking about the matter.

The next morning she went to Zongzheng Temple to ask for leave for Jia Jun, but was laughed at.

"Jia Jun was driven back, wasn't he? Why should he ask for leave?"

Qian Shiqiang smiled and returned home, UU reading www.uukanshu.net Just when Jia Jun woke up, the couple was speechless.

Finally, Jia Jun finally told the reason.

"Zhao Zhonglin used being a husband as a shield, but the husband naturally refused, so he was slandered by him for dereliction of duty..."

Jia Jun was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

"I'm afraid this matter is going to be troublesome. Please prepare to take care of it." Jia Jun smiled bitterly and said: "We are afraid that we will have to go to another place again, but this time we will probably go to a remote place to serve as an official. It will be hard for my husband to be incompetent. is you."

Qian stood up slowly and said, "No need to panic, officials. I will go and think of a solution."

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